The first line came to me as I remembered all the day dreaming I did as a child, thinking that someday those dreams would come true. I still day dream but without the thought of "someday when I'm older." Day dreaming is better when you are young.


Where Go The Days

Where go the days as I wait dreaming
Of those gone by like a river streaming
Shining as I thought they did
When I was young and reality was hid
Behind the facade of real life's stage
Only to show up with age
To haunt and torment what I knew
And thought with all my heart to be true
Where go the days of lazy thought
Forgetting what day dreaming brought
Only moments without pain
But no reprieve from actual rain
Where are those times I could escape
Behind the drawn dining room drapes
And pretend I was a star
And on the stage I would go far.
Gone, so long and far away
Never again will I play
Never again will my dreaming
Bring back that river streaming




Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2007-03-01 at 22:11

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Kathy Lockhart
this is bittersweet. I know those day dream days and reality is not as much fun as those that come with pretending. it flows beautifully and so gently like that river streaming.
2007-03-02